At Times...

At times…all I want is to let go

Let go of concerns and troubles that afflict

Let go of relationships and ties that bind

Let go…to the beyond, where the mind is free.

Free…of thoughts and desires and the reasoning to be

Free…of pressures and the desire to be loved

Free…of being free and to do nothing at will

At times…all I want is to soar as a bird.

The bird soars up and perchance swoops down

Perchance? Nay, tis perforce that swoops

A morsel, a drop and a perch to settle on

Birds eye view, pupillary skylight – can the two be twined?

A twining…two souls, light and darkness to be

Across cosmic distance of years, quagmires maybe

A fear of letting go, or is it of holding on too tight?

Unravelling the twines, lest one becomes weak, the other strong.

An unravelled twine, a life to be lived

Separate, together…whatever is willed

Free to let go, and yet hold on to the essence

Embracing changing patterns, the sky and the perch.

At times…all I want is to hold on

Hold on to feelings, patterns of relationships

Little knowing that in the letting go, I also hold on

Evolving, loving, watching the great master at work.

-          Ann Joseph